“Not yet. Now lie on the couch and turn around.”
It was an order fromZver—a command I almost hated myself for wanting to obey. But I grew rigid in his arms, understanding that he intended to take me from behind.
He noticed, and dark brows creased between his forehead. “What’s the problem?”
I shook my head, and he gripped my jaw, bringing me closer to peer into my eyes. “Leonya.”
I shrugged my face off his grip, irritated that I had to display vulnerability. “It’s nothing. I just…I haven’t….”
The sudden glint of amusement in his eyes meant he caught on faster than I expected him to, and I didn’t feel as embarrassed as I ought to have been.
“I’ll be good to you.”
He’d said it softly, and I didn’t know why the tension immediately waned, but it did, and I nodded slowly.
Rafayel slid to the couch, and when he was seated comfortably, he snaked an arm around my waist, pulling me down to his height so I straddled him. I rested my hands on his shoulders and eyed his jacket.
He led my hands to it. “You can take them off.”
Without a word, and very eagerly, I obeyed, peeling off the leather jacket before I tugged off the shirt that clung to him like second skin.
I wasn’t surprised when a broad chest and ripped torso came into view. He looked like he worked out a lot, punching bodies and committing crimes.
Tentatively, I ran my fingers across the ridges, and he tilted forward to press a warm kiss across my jaw.
“You’ve no idea how many times I’ve imagined ways I’d have you.”
I gasped when he cupped the base of my neck, yanked my head back, and trailed wet, biting kisses down my throat.
“Tell me.”
One hand cupped my breast again, and he played with it, weighing it in his hand as he bit my earlobe. “In my car, in the shower, on my bed, that fucking desk right there…everywhere,Leonya.I want to fuck your brains out.”
I couldn’t stop the moan that tore through my throat.
“Wouldn’t you like that, sweetheart?”
I didn’t answer, and he grazed my throat to rip out a response. “Tell me, Leonya,” he growled. “Wouldn’t you like my cock inside you, fucking you non-stop? Wouldn’t you like me toscrew you hard, as hard as you pump your accelerators and rev your engines? Just the way you’d like it?”
It was cheesy as hell, hearing him talk dirty car language. On a normal day, I’d have laughed and cringed. But his question rendered me speechless, but it was a good speechless because inside me burned to have him too in all those places.
I nodded. Driven by delirium, I assumed, I kissed the scar on his left eyebrow and kissed it again. I didn’t know why I went for the scar, but I did and wanted to do it again.
The slight tick of his jaw and tightness in his shoulders meant he’d felt it, and I’d done something that hit close to home. But he didn’t say a word and maintained a laser focus on kissing me.
He tasted hot and sweet and so many other things I couldn’t articulate. Whatever was going through his mind a moment ago vanished, replaced by a rapturous hunger, and I allowed myself to feel everything in just this moment.
He felt so good. So frigging good.
“I swear, I’m going to fucking burst if I don’t get inside you.” He grabbed my hand and pressed it down on the bulge hidden in his pants. Burning through the thick jean fabric, he felt searing hot in my palms. “Feel how hard I am for you?”
His eyes never leaving mine, he reached for his belt and shrugged down his pants to knee-level despite my weight on him.
My stomach fluttered at the sight before me.
Hewas perfect. Cut and lean and so fucking hot.
For a second, I felt like a slut for wanting him the way I did.